Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Mor. As ore a brooke to see faire Portia.
Mor. One of these three containes her heauenly picture.
Mor. Is't like that Lead containes her? 'twere damnation
Mor. To thinke so base a thought, it were too grose
Mor. To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue:
Mor. Or shall I thinke in Siluer she's immur'd
Mor. Being ten times vndervalued to tride gold;
Mor. O sinfull thought, neuer so rich a Iem
Mor. Was set in worse then gold! They haue in England
Mor. A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell
Mor. Stampt in gold, but that's insculpt vpon:
Mor. But here an Angell in a golden bed
Mor. Lies all within. Deliuer me the key:
Mor. Here doe I choose, and thriue I as I may.
Por. Por.
Por. There take it Prince, and if my forme lye there
Por. Then I am yours.
Mor. Mor.
Mor. O hell! what haue we here, a carrion death,
Mor. Within whose emptie eye there is a written scroule;